Tawakoshi
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Roleplay posts: 95
Allegiances: Tawakoshi
Registered: Dec 20, 2017 12:22:53 GMT -8
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Post by Tawakoshi on Feb 27, 2018 1:01:13 GMT -8
The man on the cart nodded with a smile.
"You are a kind man. To offer a stranger a gold coin is no small things. I cannot accept the could coin but I'll keep your kind heart in my prayers. Safe travels!" he said as the cart sped up again and eventually disappearing in the horizon.
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Ísjakanum
Established
Roleplay posts: 37 
Physical Description: A giant made of a living icy blue crystal and rock, standing 8 feet tall and nearly as wide. Light passes through his crystalline form and illuminates the area in which he stands erratically.
Clothes and Equipment: He has no weapons to speak of, although his two fists would serve as weapons well enough should there be a need.
Allegiances: Ískaldur
Registered: Mar 22, 2018 7:12:24 GMT -8
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Post by Ísjakanum on Apr 18, 2018 6:04:38 GMT -8
An burly being walks upon the road, the hood of his long cloak down to illuminate his crystalline blue head in the sunlight. He walks along the road, searching for the man Zu Fu spoke of. One who wore the Jade Mask of the dog and carried a shrine upon his back. The two glowing dots that appeared to be his eyes brightened in excitement. If the brief description hold true then this should be one that stands above the others of this land and should prove to be an entertaining opponent.
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Shibao Inuyama
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Roleplay posts: 18
Age: ?
Physical Description: Shibao, the Jade Guardian of the Dog. When you see Shibao in passing, he appears to be an itinerant Zen monk, playing on a shakuhachi flute and standing by his begging bowl, a straw hat covering his face. But if you look closely, beneath his robe are the paws of a dog, and his hands are very much non-human. When Shibao is alone or feels in a safe place, and the hat is off, he is quite obviously a dog the size of a human, standing upright on his back paws. While his front paws look dog-like, they are fully useful as human hands and have opposable thumbs. ---
Clothes and Equipment: Aside from his monk's garb, Shibao carries a set of swords with the pommel ends shaped like bones. He uses them to defend himself, those who he has given loyalty to, and anyone unable to defend themselves. He also carries a portable shrine with which to pray and give the occasional service to people he meets. Shibao also possesses the Jade Mask of the Dog. He is always wearing the mask, and it has merged into his features. He can take it off, but chooses not to. ---
Registered: Apr 17, 2018 6:48:31 GMT -8
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Post by Shibao Inuyama on Apr 18, 2018 8:15:38 GMT -8
Shibao had tidied the small abandoned shrine as best he could, plucking weeds from the small area and rubbing moss from the statue's face and hands. Like previous travellers, he did not know what god or spirit the shrine was to, but all kami were aspects of Buddha, or so he had been taught. He set out his portable shrine, opening it so that all could see the likenesses of the deities inside and set out both incense and round copper begging bowl. Shibao sat by the side of it, his feet – or rather paws – on a lower step. A straw hat covered his face save for a small cage of more open weave through which his eyes were visible, and he played upon a large bamboo flute. A contemplative and soothing tune that could be heard from a while away on the road, long before the Dog himself could be spotted.
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Ísjakanum
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Physical Description: A giant made of a living icy blue crystal and rock, standing 8 feet tall and nearly as wide. Light passes through his crystalline form and illuminates the area in which he stands erratically.
Clothes and Equipment: He has no weapons to speak of, although his two fists would serve as weapons well enough should there be a need.
Allegiances: Ískaldur
Registered: Mar 22, 2018 7:12:24 GMT -8
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Post by Ísjakanum on Apr 18, 2018 10:21:08 GMT -8
Shibao InuyamaÍsjakanum walked along the path in silence for quite a while before hearing the sound of some strange instrument. He would continue along with the path before rounding a bend in the path and spotting the humanoid dog. Not wanting to disturb the man while he played the flute, Ísjakanum simply stood where he was and waited to be noticed. It was common sense to not disturb someone’s work.
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Shibao Inuyama
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: ?
Physical Description: Shibao, the Jade Guardian of the Dog. When you see Shibao in passing, he appears to be an itinerant Zen monk, playing on a shakuhachi flute and standing by his begging bowl, a straw hat covering his face. But if you look closely, beneath his robe are the paws of a dog, and his hands are very much non-human. When Shibao is alone or feels in a safe place, and the hat is off, he is quite obviously a dog the size of a human, standing upright on his back paws. While his front paws look dog-like, they are fully useful as human hands and have opposable thumbs. ---
Clothes and Equipment: Aside from his monk's garb, Shibao carries a set of swords with the pommel ends shaped like bones. He uses them to defend himself, those who he has given loyalty to, and anyone unable to defend themselves. He also carries a portable shrine with which to pray and give the occasional service to people he meets. Shibao also possesses the Jade Mask of the Dog. He is always wearing the mask, and it has merged into his features. He can take it off, but chooses not to. ---
Registered: Apr 17, 2018 6:48:31 GMT -8
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Post by Shibao Inuyama on Apr 19, 2018 6:02:51 GMT -8
Shibao noticed a creature standing by, humanoid in shape if not size, and by no means human or even animal. He smelled of cold and hard crystal. It was unlike anything he had seen before. A mineral. But on the wind he also caught the scents of Kiyonai town and a slight whiff of Zu Fu, which made him just a little bit more interested. Since the creature was waiting patiently for him to finish his song, Shibao played the last few bars, and soon enough a long low note echoed through the air as he finished and put down the shakuhachi. "Good day, fine sir," he said. His voice sounding indistinguishable from a humans, the straw hat still concealing his doggy face. "Come stop a while at this shrine. It is a peaceful place for a rest." Did a man made of minerals need rest? Perhaps he would find out more of this strange person's story.
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Ísjakanum
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Physical Description: A giant made of a living icy blue crystal and rock, standing 8 feet tall and nearly as wide. Light passes through his crystalline form and illuminates the area in which he stands erratically.
Clothes and Equipment: He has no weapons to speak of, although his two fists would serve as weapons well enough should there be a need.
Allegiances: Ískaldur
Registered: Mar 22, 2018 7:12:24 GMT -8
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Post by Ísjakanum on Apr 21, 2018 15:03:50 GMT -8
Shibao Inuyama Ísjakanum looks up as the weather is mentioned and responds with an affirmative "Indeed." It was a nice and pleasant day, a stark contrast to the icy cold of his homeland. But he wasn't here to admire the weather, nor to rest at a shrine. So he decided to get to the point. "While I appreciate the offer, I'm actually looking for someone who I was told passed through here recently. His name is Shibao, and he owns one of the jade masks, along with supposedly carrying a shrine upon his back. Have you seen him pass by?"
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Shibao Inuyama
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: ?
Physical Description: Shibao, the Jade Guardian of the Dog. When you see Shibao in passing, he appears to be an itinerant Zen monk, playing on a shakuhachi flute and standing by his begging bowl, a straw hat covering his face. But if you look closely, beneath his robe are the paws of a dog, and his hands are very much non-human. When Shibao is alone or feels in a safe place, and the hat is off, he is quite obviously a dog the size of a human, standing upright on his back paws. While his front paws look dog-like, they are fully useful as human hands and have opposable thumbs. ---
Clothes and Equipment: Aside from his monk's garb, Shibao carries a set of swords with the pommel ends shaped like bones. He uses them to defend himself, those who he has given loyalty to, and anyone unable to defend themselves. He also carries a portable shrine with which to pray and give the occasional service to people he meets. Shibao also possesses the Jade Mask of the Dog. He is always wearing the mask, and it has merged into his features. He can take it off, but chooses not to. ---
Registered: Apr 17, 2018 6:48:31 GMT -8
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Post by Shibao Inuyama on Apr 23, 2018 11:23:14 GMT -8
Shibao cocked his head slightly at the unusual response. His black eyes focused on the crystal giant, and beneath his straw hat he licked his nose and took a deep breath. “You have come to the right place, stranger. Zu Fu sent you to me,” he didn't phrase it as a question. “I am Shibao. This is my shrine,” he indicated the open portable shrine next to him on the steps. “As you see, I am not carrying it on my back at present. Do I need to be carrying it for you to wish to see me?” he asked the creature, apparently seriously. “What leads you to seek for this seeker of truth?” With the shakuhachi across his lap, Shibao put his hands inside the opposite sleeves of his robes, a seemingly relaxed and harmless posture.
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Ísjakanum
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Physical Description: A giant made of a living icy blue crystal and rock, standing 8 feet tall and nearly as wide. Light passes through his crystalline form and illuminates the area in which he stands erratically.
Clothes and Equipment: He has no weapons to speak of, although his two fists would serve as weapons well enough should there be a need.
Allegiances: Ískaldur
Registered: Mar 22, 2018 7:12:24 GMT -8
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Post by Ísjakanum on Apr 26, 2018 7:14:39 GMT -8
Shibao Inuyama Ísjakanum shook his head. “No no, I don’t intend to force you to wear your shrine if we are to speak.” He looked at the monk again. Was this really the powerful warrior Zu Fu described? He had expected a little more... something. Of course looks can be misleading, and he hoped that was the case here. “I’ve seeked you out for a request that I’d appreciate you humor. I come from a northern land where power and strength are highly respected, and I’ve heard you are a particularly powerful warrior in this land, one with a Jade Mask. If you don’t mind, I’d like to request a quick duel.”
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Shibao Inuyama
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: ?
Physical Description: Shibao, the Jade Guardian of the Dog. When you see Shibao in passing, he appears to be an itinerant Zen monk, playing on a shakuhachi flute and standing by his begging bowl, a straw hat covering his face. But if you look closely, beneath his robe are the paws of a dog, and his hands are very much non-human. When Shibao is alone or feels in a safe place, and the hat is off, he is quite obviously a dog the size of a human, standing upright on his back paws. While his front paws look dog-like, they are fully useful as human hands and have opposable thumbs. ---
Clothes and Equipment: Aside from his monk's garb, Shibao carries a set of swords with the pommel ends shaped like bones. He uses them to defend himself, those who he has given loyalty to, and anyone unable to defend themselves. He also carries a portable shrine with which to pray and give the occasional service to people he meets. Shibao also possesses the Jade Mask of the Dog. He is always wearing the mask, and it has merged into his features. He can take it off, but chooses not to. ---
Registered: Apr 17, 2018 6:48:31 GMT -8
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Post by Shibao Inuyama on Apr 27, 2018 12:31:16 GMT -8
Shibao stood and descended the steps towards the road. He was not too tall, for a human, but his shoulders were broad. His claws tip-tapped on the stone of the stairs. Now he was a little closer he took another appraising look at the crystal creature, noticing the way the light shone through his form in rather a pleasing way. Shibao drew in a long breath, the scents that reached his nose telling him all manner of things about where the creature had been, who's company he had been in, but the crystalline body itself did not smell of much except salt and mineral. He got the impression that this person was genuine in his request and harboured no particular malice at present. “You heard correctly,” he replied. “But perhaps Zu Fu might also have mentioned, I am a man of peace, and I do not fight simple for sport or pleasure. The power of the mask is not to be used lightly in contests of idle curiosity. However,” he tilted his head to one side again, “perhaps if you explain your reasoning, I would agree to your request.”
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Ísjakanum
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Physical Description: A giant made of a living icy blue crystal and rock, standing 8 feet tall and nearly as wide. Light passes through his crystalline form and illuminates the area in which he stands erratically.
Clothes and Equipment: He has no weapons to speak of, although his two fists would serve as weapons well enough should there be a need.
Allegiances: Ískaldur
Registered: Mar 22, 2018 7:12:24 GMT -8
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Post by Ísjakanum on May 3, 2018 19:24:00 GMT -8
Shibao InuyamaÍsjakanum began to chuckle, before attempting to hold it back and apologizing. "Sorry, I don't mean to disrespect you or your beliefs. It simply struck me how different our worlds are. A peaceful man is unheard of where I come from, instead we are a nation of warriors, and combat is common." His laughter died off and he addressed Shibao with a more serious tone, although a faint hint of the previous good humor could be heard upon it. "As for my reason, Ískaldur is a nation where the strong are respected. As the strongest out of the Mineraali people I've been sent to learn of the lands beyond our borders and if they are deserving of our respect. After seeing your people I don't think that your nation holds the same beliefs as mine, but there must be something that is similarly important to your people. Be it that dice game or something else, I wouldn't know." He looks down upon the hat-wearing dog man in front of him, expectantly awaiting an answer. While he wished for a 'yes,' he begrudgingly acknowledged the possibility of a 'no'. If that were to be the case, he'd have to accept it and move on, for continuing to press the subject could bring shame to him and his home, which would be a terrible scar upon his conscience.
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Shibao Inuyama
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: ?
Physical Description: Shibao, the Jade Guardian of the Dog. When you see Shibao in passing, he appears to be an itinerant Zen monk, playing on a shakuhachi flute and standing by his begging bowl, a straw hat covering his face. But if you look closely, beneath his robe are the paws of a dog, and his hands are very much non-human. When Shibao is alone or feels in a safe place, and the hat is off, he is quite obviously a dog the size of a human, standing upright on his back paws. While his front paws look dog-like, they are fully useful as human hands and have opposable thumbs. ---
Clothes and Equipment: Aside from his monk's garb, Shibao carries a set of swords with the pommel ends shaped like bones. He uses them to defend himself, those who he has given loyalty to, and anyone unable to defend themselves. He also carries a portable shrine with which to pray and give the occasional service to people he meets. Shibao also possesses the Jade Mask of the Dog. He is always wearing the mask, and it has merged into his features. He can take it off, but chooses not to. ---
Registered: Apr 17, 2018 6:48:31 GMT -8
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Post by Shibao Inuyama on May 7, 2018 11:10:03 GMT -8
Shibao was not in the least offended by Isjakanum’s chuckle. “You’ll find Tawakoshi to be a nation of warriors too. There is no shortage of fighters here. However, what our nation values most is not strength, but harmony. The fighting of warriors is only part of that balance.” Shibao found the mineral man to be most reasonable and polite, a respectful seeker of knowledge and truth. Because of this, Shibao took a deep breath and replied, “I will accept your challenge. A fight to test our strength and skill against one another, but not to kill. It would be a waste of life for one of us, and if I were to defeat you, I would not want your death on my conscience. But, you must agree to my challenge also. I will take you on a journey, to see this country and to show you what I mean by ‘harmony’. Your challenge will be to watch and understand.” If Isjakanum agreed to this, then Shibao would take him to a place where they could have their match and not inconvenience passers by too greatly.
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Ísjakanum
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Physical Description: A giant made of a living icy blue crystal and rock, standing 8 feet tall and nearly as wide. Light passes through his crystalline form and illuminates the area in which he stands erratically.
Clothes and Equipment: He has no weapons to speak of, although his two fists would serve as weapons well enough should there be a need.
Allegiances: Ískaldur
Registered: Mar 22, 2018 7:12:24 GMT -8
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Post by Ísjakanum on May 13, 2018 9:14:27 GMT -8
Ísjakanum nodded. He didn't quite understand what was so challenging about Shibao's proposal, and it coincidentally fit with what he was sent to do, which was learn of the world outside. "I agree to your proposal, for a death to occur on these terms would stain the image of my nation, which I will not allow. I look forward to seeing the harmony you speak of afterwards." Ísjakanum responds, and having agreed to the terms follows Shibao. |
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Shibao Inuyama
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: ?
Physical Description: Shibao, the Jade Guardian of the Dog. When you see Shibao in passing, he appears to be an itinerant Zen monk, playing on a shakuhachi flute and standing by his begging bowl, a straw hat covering his face. But if you look closely, beneath his robe are the paws of a dog, and his hands are very much non-human. When Shibao is alone or feels in a safe place, and the hat is off, he is quite obviously a dog the size of a human, standing upright on his back paws. While his front paws look dog-like, they are fully useful as human hands and have opposable thumbs. ---
Clothes and Equipment: Aside from his monk's garb, Shibao carries a set of swords with the pommel ends shaped like bones. He uses them to defend himself, those who he has given loyalty to, and anyone unable to defend themselves. He also carries a portable shrine with which to pray and give the occasional service to people he meets. Shibao also possesses the Jade Mask of the Dog. He is always wearing the mask, and it has merged into his features. He can take it off, but chooses not to. ---
Registered: Apr 17, 2018 6:48:31 GMT -8
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Post by Shibao Inuyama on Jun 4, 2018 7:17:26 GMT -8
Shibao gave a little incline of the head towards the foreigner. “A moment, then,” he tucked away the shakuhachi into his belt, folded up the doors of his portable shrine with great respect and stashed away his empty begging bowl in a small hessian bag. “Come with me, warrior,” he said and set off on a path that was little more than a fox track that ran behind the shrine off into the woods.
Shibao expected that the stranger would follow him as he took him away from the road, and the possibility of having others caught up in their combat. Isjakanum might find the path a little small and narrow for his bulk, and as branches snapped, small creatures would be heard scurrying away through the bushes. It wasn’t too far before they came to a large clearing in the woods. The ground was dry and cracked, and not much aside from a few weeds and grasses grew on it. Around it the forest carried on as normal.
Shibao put down his shrine and other accoutrements at the edge of the clearing, and took off the basket-like helmet that covered his face. Now he was most obviously revealed as a dog, with orange and white fur and pointed ears, whose muzzle curved upwards giving him a perpetual smile. The black eyes watched Isjakanum, as he stepped into the clearing and reached into his clothing, pulling out several small items that it would be difficult for the stranger to identify. He threw them from both hands, and they landed on the edges of the clearing, spaced neatly apart. He scratched the earth with his back paws as though digging a hole and gave a short howl. Four curved earthen walls sprung up with great speed from the ground, rising about twenty feet in the air and forming a partial dome of rock and clay over the area, with the four small items – amulets - at their apexes.
“Now stranger, tell me your name and we shall begin,” said Shibao. “You already know mine.”
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Ísjakanum
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Physical Description: A giant made of a living icy blue crystal and rock, standing 8 feet tall and nearly as wide. Light passes through his crystalline form and illuminates the area in which he stands erratically.
Clothes and Equipment: He has no weapons to speak of, although his two fists would serve as weapons well enough should there be a need.
Allegiances: Ískaldur
Registered: Mar 22, 2018 7:12:24 GMT -8
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Post by Ísjakanum on Jun 4, 2018 9:25:05 GMT -8
Ísjakanum let the monk collect his things and followed behind him as he led the way. The path was indeed slightly crowded due to the overhanging branches and undergrowth although the obstacles failed to hinder his movement, him simply pushing branches out of the way or crushing some unfortunate shrub underfoot.
As he stepped out into the clearing the sun caught on his body, passing through it and casting itself onto the ground in a dazzling display of light. He watched patiently as Shibao prepared the arena, noting the power that only a select few wielded with proficiency back at his home country. So this must be magic, he thought. It still perplexed him when he saw it in use, the juxtaposition between the frail spell caster and the mighty magic they wielded being quite intense. He assumed that it might be related to the use of the strange objects Shibao and other mages occasionally use, although that still did little to explain it.
Ísjakanum nods as Shibao finishes speaking. "Indeed I do, and it would bring shame if I were not to introduce myself as well. I am Ísjakanum, leader of the Mineraali of Ískaldur and strongest amongst them." He declares and waits for Shibao to first make a move before doing anything else, whether it be an attack or simply getting into a ready stance.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
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She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Jan 5, 2019 11:13:43 GMT -8
Grandma arrived at Nagai road early in the morning, the sun just peaking over the horizon. As per usual, she was dressed in a robe of dark purple, one that denoted her an outsider to Tawakoshi given its style but not quite as bizarre as a dress would have been to the people of Tawakoshi. In one hand she carried her trusty cane, while on her other arm she had a travelers bag slung over the shoulder. Given the fact she needed to not draw too much attention to herself in Tawakoshi, it had been an obvious decision to instead bring a bag that could hold far more than it should rather than bring her carriage.
Finding herself a nearby rock, Grandma seated herself upon it, reaching into her bag and pulling out an old leather-bound book. Thumbing through it, she stopped at a diagram for a magic circle, gazing at the page with a distant look in her eyes. Zu Fu was likely to still find her in this state when he arrived.
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Zu Fu
Committed
Roleplay posts: 72
Age: 102
Physical Description: Zu Fu is wrinkled and whether bitten and through his rigorous dedication to nature's magic his hair has scattered too. His elevated age is of course apparent, but apart from that his physical shape is like that of one half his age.
Clothes and Equipment: Zu Fu is wearing simple clothes and his beaded necklace.
Allegiances: Tawakoshi
Registered: Jan 17, 2018 13:06:10 GMT -8
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Post by Zu Fu on Jan 8, 2019 5:07:07 GMT -8
Zu Fu had packed his backpack and found the best walking stick available to him - which happened to be one he nearly tripped over on the way home. It was a gnarly old branch with no leaves left however it was durable and it was clear to Zu Fu that this branch had once served a tree well. Now it was fit to serve him well too!
Whistling slightly to himself and wearing a wide grin Zu Fu approached Grandma who had sat on a stone with a book, presumably to wait for Zu Fu's arrival.
"Early aren't we?" he greeted her with a smile but noticed the distant look in her eyes - a look Zu Fu expected to be one of great interest and thus he simply waited for Grandma to divert her attention towards Zu Fu.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Jan 10, 2019 17:21:22 GMT -8
Glancing over at Zu Fu as he greeted her, Grandma returned a smile to the elderly man. Closing the book she had been looking at, she deposited it back in her bag, slowly standing with a muffled sigh.
“I decided to do some reading outside instead of back at the Inn, it would be a shame to not experience all the natural beauty your land has to offer.”
Tapping the rock a few times with her cane, perhaps because she liked the sound it made, Grandma began walking back towards the road.
“So, do you intend to travel directly to the dragon of the west with great haste, or will we be making some detours along the way?”
Pausing for a moment, Grandma turned back to regard Zu Fu as she waited for a reply.
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Zu Fu
Committed
Roleplay posts: 72
Age: 102
Physical Description: Zu Fu is wrinkled and whether bitten and through his rigorous dedication to nature's magic his hair has scattered too. His elevated age is of course apparent, but apart from that his physical shape is like that of one half his age.
Clothes and Equipment: Zu Fu is wearing simple clothes and his beaded necklace.
Allegiances: Tawakoshi
Registered: Jan 17, 2018 13:06:10 GMT -8
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Post by Zu Fu on Jan 28, 2019 4:20:20 GMT -8
"Is it best experienced with your gaze sharply fixated into the book?" Zu Fu asked rather cheekily though he chuckled and gesticulated with his arms. "Anyway we will certainly be seeing the beauty of Tawakoshi but probably also the less glamorous sides of our nation." Zu Fu spoke and looked at Grandma as if she had asked a question with no possible true answer to it but he only smiled and answered her and good spirit.
"I think the fish and birds would try to take the direct road if they could, but detours are inherent in the way they travel. Even we aren't above that, don't you think?" he said trying to explain that such things were not his to guess but did stress. "However I believe we should depart with only this goal in mind so that we do not the tide take us too far off our path." he said his tone slightly more serious now.
"I think however walking will do us good to start with - old legs need a good stretching." Zu Fu said and seemed to muse rubbing his chin. "Say what have you learned about Jeoncho as opposed to Kiyonai in your short stay here, Grandma?" he asked inquisitively.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on May 22, 2019 22:07:25 GMT -8
“Perhaps I shall need to find some picture books of this land so I can bring its beauty wherever I go, perhaps you could help me in that endeavor?” Although there was a hint of amusement in Grandma’s tone, it seemed to be a serious request. “I must admit, what I have seen of Tawakoshi so far has seemed slightly too idyllic to represent the entire nation. It will be interesting to see what the less prosperous places of this land are like.”
Smoothing over her robes, Grandma let out a short laugh at Zu Fu’s mention of detours. If only he knew the half of it.
“While I agree with your general sentiment on how most travel, it would be rather disingenuous of me to claim I am used to taking detours rather than the direct route.” Leaving the specifics of what she meant unspoken, Grandma continued on to his next point. “However, I will be more than happy to take a long walk with you. As you say, our old legs do need the occasional stretching.”
Idly rolling her cane between her fingers, there was a moment of hesitation at Zu Fu’s final question.
“I can’t say there is much I’ve heard about Jeoncho—save for what you told me earlier about it being plagued by war. Given your mention of the ‘less glamorous’ parts of Tawakoshi, were you perhaps referring to Jeoncho? In Kiyonai, at least the parts I’ve seen, the region appears to be fairly prosperous.”
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Zu Fu
Committed
Roleplay posts: 72
Age: 102
Physical Description: Zu Fu is wrinkled and whether bitten and through his rigorous dedication to nature's magic his hair has scattered too. His elevated age is of course apparent, but apart from that his physical shape is like that of one half his age.
Clothes and Equipment: Zu Fu is wearing simple clothes and his beaded necklace.
Allegiances: Tawakoshi
Registered: Jan 17, 2018 13:06:10 GMT -8
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Post by Zu Fu on May 24, 2019 11:22:17 GMT -8
"Picture books?" Zu Fu seemed caught in an expression halfway through a frown and deeply pondering. "I think those kind of things are mostly prevalent in the capital of Xuandao and perhaps Quying - people i Kiyonai are a bit more conservative. My style of people really - although in these times even Kiyonai has started to move faster and faster. It can be rather dizzying!" he said and chuckled.
"Every part of Tawakoshi holds their own wounds and Kiyonai is no exception. The daimyo may say that he has eliminated banditry but my sources tell my otherwise. In Jeoncho you'll find even more organized crime and the suffering both this and the shogun's reign carries with them." Zu Fu explained his smile having dulled. "These things don't represent the way I view life very well and in my age we must preserve or mental energy, so if you need a guide to see the more unfortunate beings in Tawakoshi, there are better ones than me." he said with a plain but friendly smile, the old sage nodding slightly to himself.
"Yes, Jeoncho's borders are indeed in a halfway active conflict with Kiyonai and many emotions have been conjured from this. You will see some suffering there, but it's inevitable that we proceed through and not involve ourselves." he said determined. "Our date is with the legacy of Tawakoshi - it's pillars and foundation!" the old man's smile returning as he was thinking of it.
As the two passed leisurely through the lands Zu Fu would get increasingly interested in the birds, trees and sky as they went on.
"I always found, that the best map to guide from was the world itself. There are numerous great map makers, but none can account for every little bump on the way, a passing monk or a bush that contains the sweetest berries..!" he said and headed straight to a nearby berry bush and plucked a few. "A spirit told that this one always held great berries this time of year! How lucky can you be?" he said enthusiastically and handed Grandma a few. "So sweet..!" the old man munched the berries with great delight.
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